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**115 Chapter: The Fury Unbound**

Lin Feng's fists continued to rain down on Little Fifth, each one imbued with the fury of a thousand dragons. The old man's grin had long since turned into a look of intense focus, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and respect.

"You're as fierce as ever, Lin Feng," Little Fifth said, his voice laced with a hint of admiration. "But don't you think it's time to take a break? You're starting to tire yourself out."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, his fists slowing but not ceasing their assault. "Tire myself out?" he snarled, his voice dripping with indignation. "I'll never tire myself out until I've beaten you!"

Little Fifth chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, Lin Feng, you're as stubborn as ever. But I suppose that's what makes you so formidable."

Just as it seemed like Lin Feng was about to unleash another flurry of punches, a faint humming noise caught their attention. The air around them began to distort and ripple, and a figure materialized before their eyes.

It was the White-haired Saint, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly energy. "Lin Feng, I've been searching for you," he said, his voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

Lin Feng's eyes snapped towards the Saint, his fists freezing in mid-air. "What do you want, Saint?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The Saint's eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "I sense that you're on the verge of something momentous, Lin Feng. Something that could change the course of history."

Lin Feng's gaze intensified, his fists slowly tightening into fists. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice dripping with suspicion.

The Saint's expression turned grave. "I'm talking about the prophecy, Lin Feng. The one that speaks of a hero who will bring about a new era of peace and prosperity to the world."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "And what does this prophecy have to do with me?"

The Saint's smile was enigmatic. "Everything, Lin Feng. Everything."

As the Saint's words hung in the air, Lin Feng's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. His fists slowly unclenched, and he took a step forward, his gaze locked onto the Saint.

"I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill this prophecy," he growled, his voice echoing through the stillness of the night. "I'll crush anyone who stands in my way, including you."

The Saint's eyes seemed to flash with a hint of surprise, but his expression remained serene. "I expected as much, Lin Feng. After all, you are the chosen one."

As the Saint's words hung in the air, Lin Feng felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins. It was as if he was being called to fulfill a destiny that he had yet to fully understand.

And with that, the world around him seemed to come to a standstill, as if the very fate of the world hung in the balance.

To be continued...